Team Galactic can suck my balls.

Seriously, just suck them. For long amounts of time.

Looking back on the last page, I noticed that i was about to write that nothing could spoil that perfect moment. I thought you only invoked the wrath of cosmic laws if you said it out loud.

Apparently not.

Anyway, let me write about what the fuck just happened.

I was sitting in that glade when, mid-sentence, a girl comes running up to me. She seemed out of breath, and when I asked her what was wrong, she told me a little story. She had gone to where her father works, the nearby weather institute, to visit him, when a strange man wearing white clothes stopped her from entering, threatening her. It didn't seem right, and I definitely didn't like the idea of a man in white clothes, so I followed her there.

Turns out, it was a Galactic grunt. Apparently Team Galactic had taken residence in that place for reasons I was not paying much attention to. I told him the story of the girl, and he told me to get lost. I got mad, but he seemed unphased, thinking he could just scare me off with his Glameow.

Not so much when his Pokemon was face-down in the dirt under an indignant Luxio paw. The guy freaked and ran inside, locking it and leaving his Glameow outside.

I... was surprised, actually. What happened to the days of my father, where if you beat someone in a Pokemon battle they make your life easier and help you towards your goals?

Apparently, though, the semblance of those ancient days was not lost on him, and he accidentally told me where to find the only other key to the door, in Floarama's Meadow. Sarah released his Pokemon, who walked up to the door, scratching it frantically. I told the girl to wait there, and she nodded, sitting by a nearby tree as I moved to the meadow.

It didn't take me long to get there, and I found two Galactics harassing a dude. It seems to be a past-time for them. Cole and Sarah obliterated their Pokemon, and they dashed away, leaving the key behind. Before I ran back to the institute, though, the man saw fit to thank me. He gave me a jar of honey, which I graciously accepted, but then hurried away. There was work to be done!

When returned, I found the girl petting the Glameow, who wasn't entirely thrilled with her trainer once I opened that door. She chased him throughout the facility, and they were waiting for me by the time I made it further inside. Again, my two Pokemon crushed theirs, but then someone else stepped into the fray.

It was a woman with sharp red hair and a mildly charming disposition. She had a fantastic ass, not to mention the amazing curves of her body. She was pretty sexy.

So she had to be evil. It's just how it works. Luckily Dawn just has a nice butt.

The battle with her, though, was extremely tough. She only had two Pokemon, but her Zubat worked Cole over pretty hard, leaving him a poisoned wreck before I could recall him. Sarah was able to take it out, but when she called out that other Pokemon, both of us were a little shocked.

A Purugly... it lived up to its name. The evolution of Glameow, it held only the color and general shape of its counterpart. It was a fat mass of fur and disgust, but it Faked Out me and Sarah by letting her get close, thinking it was too slow to react. Flinching from the blow, my Luxio was put to sleep, and brutally Scratched. She yelped out, and apparently Royal didn't care for his partner being attacked like that. He burst out of my Pokeball... but didn't fare much better.

That is, until the Purugly went after Sarah again while I was trying to heal her wounds.

I didn't think something that fat could fly that far away.

But I figured it'd make a loud thud when it landed.

And it did.

So funny.

Royal wasn't laughing though, shouting his challenge. I ordered him to strike, and he did, only to get knocked away. He avoided Hypnosis, though, by sliding underneath her stubby legs and letting loose a frenzy of Bubbles, sliding out the other end before she fell on top of him. He danced on flippers and feet, striking with Pecks and Bubbles, until the fat cat let out a loud yowl and fainted.

The victory was mine.

The woman, Mars her pseudonym, started to say something, but was quickly silenced by Roy, who let out an indignant cheep and began to glow. As if he believed her to still be a threat to us, he quickly demonstrated the same power that these people sought, and evolved.

He was a Prinplup. A pissed Prinplup. The Galactic members quickly withdrew. I met the father, just when the daughter came in holding the Glameow in her arms, cuddling the content kitty. She'll probably make a better trainer than he did.

I learned very little more about Galactic from the scientist, though I did discover that there was a Pokemon that came by once a week, and now that the windmills would be put back online, it was bound to be drawn back. I was curious... but tired as well. Running back and forth really wore me out.

I left the center after bidding them a fond farewell, where I noticed this rather large tree right outside the institute. I'm sitting against it now, calling out all of my Pokemon to re-indulge ourselves in the relaxation. It is dusk, and I hand out all the berries I have left. Royal, my new Prinplup, splits his Oran with the much-more-damaged Sarah, who nuzzles his new frame adoringly while Cole looks on, munching on a Pecha to cure the Toxic attack he suffered.

I just had a neat little idea.

And it worked!

The honey does make the berries taste so much better.